A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, Sirius/Marlene, #073 – wild.
A Larger Poetry Collection
135. Wild Boy
He was wild, but girls loved that.
She wasn't an ordinary girl though;
she was tough.
She tried to keep him on a leash
just like he tugged at her,
tested her bounds.
They were like a cat and dog
endlessly playing
tug of war.
Sometimes she'd win, and he'd behave;
sometimes he'd win, and he'd make her scream
all the more to make up for those days
he couldn't do
But she enjoyed it to, in some twisted way
she was privy to something other girls didn't see;
she was special, not tender little bloody
"making love" like a girl's thing
But something truly wild and passionate
they could share together.
And she could stand with him; play against him
wrestle arm and arm and sometimes win
and she had to be like that, because she wasn't just
a pit stop in his wild ride, but there
for the long haul.